Lyrics

 
A Miracle

 

Sent from god
A holy visit
I wake up in the night
“What is it”
I’m startled and I’m coldand I believe that I have problems in my dreams
I feel like I’m the only oneand that I carry your disease

In my head you are suffering
In my head you are

He brings me flowers that are goldand honey from the bees
He places a blossom in my hairand undresses me
He tells me that I’m the only onethat can carry his disease
I’m made to be an animal by his loveand to bear his baby

In my head you are suffering
In my head you are
In my head you are suffering
In my head you are


Afterparty

 

‘Neath the wind
Blown away
Had I known
I would have fled

Through the park
Down the lane
Many eyes
Mine knee to nape

You don’t, you don’t
You need to follow, who, someone that’s not you
You need to find someone that’s not right

That’s all there is, is the afterparty
That’s all there is, is the afterparty
That’s all there is, is petty cash
That’s all there is, the pressure

The pleasure
The pressure
The pleasure

We carry on
Through the blaze
Find the guy
Who has a place
You need to feel someone that’s not real
And you need to find someone’s that’s not right

That’s all there is, is the afterparty
That’s all there is, is the afterparty
That’s all there is, is pocket cash
That’s all there is, the pressure

The pleasure
The pressure
The pleasure


The Animals Of Prey

 

We go down like moles
Claws dig an endless hole
We descend on fours
Our snouts lead us on

We fall down without notes
And so we build a barren moat
Work through the night, our eyes opaque
Our fingers cold, kisses in rain

We fall down in pairs
Moles locked in a blind stare
Your pearly mouth, it cracks a smile
Without a sound, the blind lead blind

We, the animals of prey
Have become cannibals untamed
Under the stars the moles go far
Into the earth like a sinking stone

We ascend as swans
Glide through blue waters calm
Exhausted head, it falls asleep
Under a rock, after the dig

We wake up as swans
Songs sung for no one
Left in the night, the moles asleep
Forgotten prey, dead rodent stink

We get up as swans
Big bird in a small pond
Our eyes are smiles, our fingers cold
Our lips are frowns, our toes have mold

We, the animals of prey
Have become cannibals untamed
Dug in the night, we use our spit
And make a moat where we play dead

We, the animals of prey
Have become cannibals untamed
Dug in the night, we use our spit
And make a moat where we play dead

Where we play dead
Where we play dead
Where we play dead
Where we play dead

AWOO

 

From the moment I was taught to resist the education
Awoo
To hold it hostage until I know he loves me
Awoo
With a shrug and an ugh, I unleash my holy power
Awoo
With the feeling of the end of my last examination
Awoo

Awooawoo. awoo, awoo

How sweet is the curd of my own written qualities
Awoo
I’d rather wallow win the mud of my own imagination
Awoo
If I am naked on the throne, I’ll be working in bone yard
Awoo
Haunts the blood like a bad reputation

Awoo, awoo, awoo, awoo
I’ve got 25 bucks can you save my reputation?
Awoo
Acting like nothing ever happened to me ever
Awoo
But if I covet and conform to my own witch qualities
Awoo
I’ll be working for my own, now at least I’ll know he loves me not
Awoo
Awoo, awoo, awoo, awoo


Ban Marriage

 

Ban Marriage
I was late getting to church on the morning of my ceremony

Stayed up too late, the night before
from fingering foreign dirty holes in the dark The morning sun blinded my eyes
And made my skin look pale and taint in light

And there were steps to climb
as I unloosened my tieAs I began to walk the aisle the congregation looked behind
but I continued past the pews and met my angel in a suit with a smile

As I looked him in the eye, I heard my best friend cry
We aren’t fools to fall in love but let coupledom die

Ban marriage, ban marriage

The minister was drunk and high from his rewrite of holy verse with more lies
But the organist she played with a tenacity and grace that was fine
The whole room was filled with the thunder and flood

With just one chord, the thrill and clarity of sound
But soon the song went slowly dead
And I was forced to take a stand on one side
It was him or my fag hag, oh, well

I guess, she was never that good of a friend
After my fag hag friend had fled the minister looked mighty fed and content
We said his rewritten vows that I could hardly pronounce
But was soon drowned it out by that organ and the shout of

Ban marriage, ban marriage
Ban marriage, ban marriage

The congregation, stunned and dumbed looked upon me with an innocuous stare
I wept and on my knees I prayed that
There be truth and there be light in my day

In my hungover daze, I felt the thunder of God
It was the orders that I take the wrath upon my own rod
Then I repeated my own vows

They were perverted and they smelled of myself
That there is splendor in the harshness of bum
That consummation makes a grumble
And the sound that I have learned called

Ban marriage, ban marriage
Ban marriage, ban marriage
Ban marriage, ban it all


Bboy

 

Life with the bboy
Life with the bboy, hope for the American
Justified bboy, hope for the American
Contact with bboy, hope for the American

I was born into the arms of his ill
My sentences light to the ire of Dullsville

Come back the bboy, hope for the American
What up, the bboy? Hope for the American
Petrified bboy, hope for the American

We spy at night through blinds on family din’
A tear is his eye at the dire of Dullsville

Walloped the bboy, hope for the American
Convicted bboy, hope for the American
What up, the bboy? Hope for the American

He sways me with his charm and I fold at his feet
A practiced lie in an honest way
If I was born into the arms of his ill
He’d grip me and gripe in an old-fashioned way

A big boy, hope for the American
Contempt the bboy, hope for the American
What up, the bboy? Hope for the American

Boys Of Melody

 

Far out at sea
bathed in breeze
Now only ghosts
we haunt living dreams

Out on the coast
the coast is the most
that we’ll ever see

Out on the coast
we’ll sit and boast
that “it’s all we need”

Wade through the sand
and find the romance
that we know we need

Boys of Melody
And they’ll follow me
And I’ll sing harmony

And with our song
marching along
few feign a frown
or forget their towns

We proceed in stained bed sheets
and hang on our sleeves
that “we’re happy”

Sung with a chorus of tones
backed by drums and drones
We march towards the sea

As we reach the edge
I sing a new lament
“the boys are here with me”

Boys of melody
And they’ll follow me
And I’ll sing harmony

And “it’s all we need”
“The boys are here with me”
“We’re happy”


Bread for Brat

 

Bread for brat
And tit for tat
Paddy-whack
On the brink of black
Face the fact
He wasn’t worth a scrap

As you want
Take the rattle away
Holding onto nothing
He keeps shaking away

Bread for brat
He wasn’t bred for that
I’ll get the bread for brat
And half the half
Before he knows he’s had
Quit the chit chat
And swallow it back
To be done with that

As you want
We’ll dig our ditch
Fall into illusion
To the sound of our sniffs
He’ll be lost
Outside of his pen
The tired institutions cannot bear the brunt of his ache

Bread for brat
Bread for brat

Breathe on it

 

Breathe on it
God comes from the light of fire
When I get a hold of it
I can breathe alright

Breathe on it
His words do calm my mind
I lose my whole honor
So I can breathe on fire

I may be damaged by the rod
And damned in the light
Sit with all the wicked
Untamed by holy rites

The gasp for air is ashes
But we’re breathing for life
Being best friends with all the witches
And slaves to our skinny thighs

Breathe on it
God breathes a mighty storm
I can teach a whole wet army
To breathe on fire

And when I breathe on it
I feel washed and alive
The smell of soot is honor
As I breathe on fire

In the bowels of hell
We will be known for our tongues
Set apart from all the wicked
Under his coat, on our own

We may feel gifted as we blow
Producing flames every night
Feeling warm under the covers
Is the air for our lungs

As I breathe on itI know
I’ve caught the bug
God teaches whole armies
To breathe on fire

And as I breathe on it
know I’ve caught the bug
I can teach a whole army
To breathe alright


Builds the Bone

 

When I fall, I’ll aim my feet at you
I’ll aim my knees, floating through breeze
Too dumb to follow a moving target. Still,
damn my needs, too meek to follow them

Have already touched it
It builds the bone
Although I’ll never need it
It fills in the hole I know

Darkness falls and I’m cruising creek again
with a hollow head, a hollow head to boot
A pre-Madonna, a pre-Madon’ moment:
too shy to swallow, yet young enough to get

All will come to it
They say it builds the bone
If I ever stop needing it
may I be thrown into the throes of toil

Let my fall, let my fall on you
Tame my feet, I’ll rope my knees ’round you
It ain’t my fault, no, it ain’t my fault, oh no
You broke the whole, you broke the whole, oh you

All is nothing
It creates a sore
It takes my all to love it
and it relates to the end as we know


Carpe Jugular

 

When you stepped out on the floor you didn’t falter
I didn’t mean what I said, I was improper
Who taught you all that stuff? Who gives your orders?
I don’t know what you expect I’m not your daughter

You leave nothing on
You keep coming on
The autonomy of man
Slow to understand the natural order
You leave nothing on
You keep coming on

Though I beg inside for more I keep it under
Why don’t we cut all the crap and start it over
You kind of look like me, could be my brother
You tending to me you just like a mother

I couldn’t bother
I want your friend he wants another
Lo and behold the natural order
I’m doing my damn best to keep it under

One to another
When I think about where I’ve been and where I’m going
It may be neither
Before the night’s out

You keep coming on
You leave nothing on
You leave nothing on


Colour of a man

 

Colour of a man chiseled in stone
Is the marker of a man ridded by woe
It is the colour of a man stuck in his grey
And the mood of his brood that he has painted on
His face is painted on with pools of clay
And the blood of an animal run astray
He is the colour of a man who plays in sport
And the wisdom of his words are simply taken on

He covers me with ash and falls asleep
I’m whispering the words that he has grown to love
Words can have a way to pull the string
A grunting of the “ifs” and “fs” and then the “oh”
It is simpler when I think about being no more then one of his many trophies
Then to live with a man who craves the cold
And to be the one that has to ask for every dole

Stone men stand as if they own the place
The power that they lack it has been painted on
Worshipping them is the only way
Creating worth from ash that greys the every pore
Is colouring the man with what he thinks he knows
The colour is infectious like the na ne nee ne na nee oh

I feel the weakness of his wishy-washy ways
In the rhythm of his hips as he pretends to love
And the heavy set of steps that stomp away
That is the colour of a manimalnimanimalnimanimalnimanimal


Day is dawning

 

There’s a new day dawning
There’s a new day dawning
There’s a new day dawning
There’s a new day dawning
Day is dawning
Day is dawning
Day is dawning
Day is dawning
Day is dawning
Day is dawning

There’s a new day dawning, skulls piled high
My body breathes as crushed by an army but I enjoy how it feels
To be hurt, beaten, broken and demolishedI may never later choose to heal because

The sun is disappearingAnd the dark is reappearing on top, on top

There’s a pile of old bones in the corner
Entrails in jars on shelves
The shadow over land becomes a cover
It appears as neither black nor pale
The sight of sky in darkness draws an audience
The basement dwellers will go blind because

The sun is disappearing
And the dark is reappearing on top, on top
The sun is disappearing
And the dark is reappearing on top, on top

The work of the father, of my father to build the will to build
Has fallen blindly over all of my recordings
It is the nails driven through the steel
Of an armored army vehicle with an engine’s roar
A future coffin where I soon may lie because

The sun is disappearing
And the dark is reappearing on top, on top
The sun is disappearing
And the dark is reappearing on top, on top
The sun is disappearing
And the dark is reappearing on top, on top
On top, on top, on top
The sun is disappearing
And the dark is reappearing on top, on top
On top
On top
On top

Death Of a Tune

 

Silence from you is like the death of a tune
I have been driven down by those nursery rhymes
Am I troubled by youth to be wordless and useless?
Wordless and you, wordless and you

It’s been the same foreverIt’s the start of it all
A congregation
The meaning block
Spring and summer

When I enter the room, I hear the chirp of a lark
Mumbling in a whine my own melody line
And if I sing to the wall I’d be killing them all
Killing them all, killing them all

It’s the same expressionthat’s been used on them all
A slow elationthat can warm the flocklet’s keep it together
Am I just being used when I hear mostly lies
In confusion I think what a pity to rhyme
Smothering my muse by a telepathy line
Telepathy line, telepathy line
If we abstain forever
We can start the love
It’s the same in heaven
As they fall apart
The mind recovers
The soul is lost
The body’s my brother


Do I Belong

 

Waking up with you beside me
How can I go wrong?
Wasting my time ain’t too much bother
I’ll be like a dog
You’ve been wasting your time with your crystal ball
I’ll be with my guitar
Will be the end to all your trouble
I declare the law

But do I belong?
Do I?

You could take it on up with our big father
I doubt if he’d give it a thought
He’ll be at home standing in a corner,
Wondering where he belongs, well do I boy!

Do I belong?
Do I belong?

Waiting all day by the telephone
Wondering if you’re going to call
I’ll go out to my friends’ party
Wondering if I belong, well do I??

Do I Belong?
Do I belong?
Do I?
Do I?
Do I?


Doom

 

We can’t escape
Nor we dare attempt a coup
We’re given chips
But we don’t feel too rich
With iron hips
We deploy our own dance
It’s our own escape
And we hope to please the men
We change our names
But we don’t know the meaning for
Our own mistakes
We are called by words that stink
A deal is made
But it means we are free from harm

We are in love with the arms that bound our bones
We plead for water and a treat

We fool ourselves
Into thinking this is happiness
We hold the hurt
To our breast
Malicious words
Become the ointment on our skin
The sky is blue
But the blindfold gives us black
Black we embrace because we know we are doomed
We have bills to pay
And parties to attend
But all we do:
We inhale the dirt and fart

We are in love with the bars that take us into the dark
He spoke a charm that is the oil for tomorrow
Our patience is who we are


Doot Doot Plot

 

Fake goodness for the teacher
And nothing can go wrong
Act fortunate to be here
Than doodle on the wall of a stall

You’ve been pulling your Pol Pot for long enough
I’ve been cooking in your pot for far too long
You’ve been pulling your Pol Pot for long enough
I’ve been cooking in your pot for far too long

Fake goodness for the teacher
And nothing can go wrong
Act fortunate to be here
Than doodle on the wall of a stall

I’ve been included in your plot for long enough
You’ve been going on and on for far too long
I’ve been included in your plot for long enough
You’ve been going on and on for far too long
You’ve been pulling your Pol Pot for long enough
I’ve been cooking in your pot for far too long
You’ve been pulling your Pol Pot for long enough
I’ve been cooking in your pot for far too long

Fear is on

 

The fear is on as I try to write
His father’s gone, but I can’t unwind
When the fear is on

He’s the one as I read what he writes
He thrills, but he’s gone, and I can’t calm down
It’s tears he wants as I try to hide
The only one

Tender touch is an empty life
The spirit is gone as I try to run
When the fear is on


Fear Of ‘Zine Failure

 

Fear of ‘zine failure
has taken the sunlight away
Fear of my rivals
fear of my idols who reign
has taken the sunlight
has taken the sun from my day

Fear of limbs flailing
has brought my whole body to shame
Afraid of my fingers
that point to the sun far away
has bled my whole body
has bled my whole body to shame

Fear of the Bible
has wasted my whole life away
Heat naves of the cathedrals
Bring the whole place to ashes and sing:
“I’ve got a whole Bible
I’ve got a whole Bible in me”

My odd way of walking
is the fear of my highschool today
I’m not afraid of my feelings
I’m not afraid of your asshole complaints
I’m going to publish a title
photocopy and mail it away

Fear of ‘zines failing
has taken the sunlight away
has taken the sunlight
has taken the sun from my day
has taken the sunlight
has taken the sun from my day

Fee Fie

 

Slow down I’m a slow learner
and I go places, I go places
when I feel like it, I feel like

Fee fie, I smell yearning
and I go down I go down to the
foot of the foot

Feel it
I’m falling
feelingthe motion
pace growing
falling
feeling
I feel it

Word from father: “take your son by the wrist
and go wander ’til ye see fit
Tell him you love another instead
Lay him down, tell him how he will rest
and with that, prepare the thunder”

As he looks up see yourself in his face
Your arms are stronger swallowing spit on the brink
of a blade used to shave with
of his wake, and in the moment

I feel like it
I feel it
Forgetting
feelings
go asunder
Going under
Fall down
Slow down
I feel it
I feel it

Boy slaughter such a blunder to be
The fee fie, the slow learner
I go down there is no other wayto feel or to be

Follow These Eyes

 

In the dark of night
I won’t break from your side
Not a stir or a sigh, we will work in silence
With these eyes and grace, that will fall, to waste
With these eyes
With these eyes
These eyes
These eyes

If these eyes had a way to convince and to sway
I’d be here in your arms I would feed from your palm
but these eyes have seen their day
and they wander awayto the bin, to the door, ’til they fix on the floor
Either look to late, or they stare thee down

I’ve been dead, I’ve been born
I’ve been mining the most
They’ve been dead, these eyes
they won’t follow mine

No I won’t
No I won’t
No I won’t
No I won’t be afraid when I kneel at the gate
I’ll be fine with the fate that the saints bestow
Lost in the wave it will ease these eyes
I’ll stand tall and straight until mercy arrives
I’ve been watching for you but you’ve left the room
I’ve been lost, I’ve been used, I’ve been easily amused

Cause these eyes
Cause these eyes
Cause these eyes
Cause these eyes
Cause these eyes see the way to resist the decay
If they look to obey they will falter none
No they won’t be afraid when they steal the silence
If you call I will beg without breaking these eyes
I’ve been dead, I’ve been born,
I’ve been mining the most
How long will it be before they follow me?
These eyes
These eyes
These eyes
These eyes


For Fun

 

In my evil little graveyard
There was writing on the wall
We were concocting ’round the cauldron
A dream that was to come

For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun

He fretted and he fronted
With an accidental charm
‘Til he had forgotten all the words
To his own monologue

For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun

When I heard the angel call
She put a needle in my bone
She dabbled in my marrow
I was convinced she was the balm
I knew she warded off evil
That would inevitably come

For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun

In the flash of a fall
It gave rise, a lonely charge
That turned into a spark
That in turn gave rise to thought
Thought turned into scrawl
Scribbling into its own form
Form became a law
That would crumble into dust

For fun, for fun, for fun, for fun
The fun, the fun of it all

Gay Goth Scene

 

We don’t want no gay goth scene in this house and we don’t want no gorgeous teen in your mouth and we don’t like your gay goth ‘zines it’s teenage hell and we don’t like your gay goth scene.

That boy takes away your self-esteem. He’s been playing with your mind and you’ve been talking in your sleep. If you compromise any more then this you will be put on trial and forced to reconvert: we conditioned you first, we conditioned you first!

We don’t want no gay goth scene in this house and we don’t want no gorgeous teen in your mouth and we don’t like your gay goth ‘zines it’s teenage hell and we don’t like your gay goth scene

That boy takes away your self-esteem. He’s been playing with your mind and you’ve been talking in your sleep. If you compromise any more then this you will be put on trial and forced to reconvert: we conditioned you first, we conditioned you first!


Golden Streams

 

Golden stream
In the cold
It turns to ice
Runs down my knees in fright

Golden stream
Turns from warm to cold
In frightful time
In the frozen dead of night

The golden stone builds the golden road to heaven
Held up high by golden streams of ice
My golden bone meets the golden bun
Buns held high in our dreams of men

Golden streams of ice
In the cold
Hold up a city of gold
That lives in broad daylight

Two golden streams
Run down my cheeks
When buns are deprived
Of my dreams of men

I hold the golden bone on the golden road to heaven
Held up high by golden streams of ice
The golden bone belongs in golden bun
Bone and bun held high in my dreams of us

My golden wand waves down your golden rod
Our gold held high in sunny breezy sky
Then a stream of gold released from golden stone
Erupts late at night and melts the winter ice

The golden streams
The golden streams
The golden streams


He Falls to Me

 

He … … .
Falls … … .
To … … .
Me … … .

He’ll be the first one
Forming alliance
Falling, unable
Fortify our power
We’ll ride like horses
on the horizon
Menacing eyeballs
Fortitude gallop

In someone’s head in someone’s bed

They’ll keep arriving
Apples and oranges
Gobbling the last dregs
Mouth full of foul age
Brim forth eternal
Day of doom coming
From the cathedral
Office is crumbling
Calling to arm us
Armed with our sabers
Nail in the coffin
Televised newscast
Of his great blunder
All is forgiven
Building our houses
Closer together

In someone’s head in someone’s bed

He … … .
Falls … … .
To … … .
Me … … .

He Is The Boss Of Me

 

He is the boss of me
He gives me hugs and sugar lumps
When my heart’s gone bitter
He is the boss of me
He makes me coffee and
I write him a letter like I’m a poet or an ancestor
He is the boss of me
He tells me where to go, so I go, I just go
He’s never done me wrong but he never wants to sing my songs
Cause he is my walrus and I am his blubber, his lover

He is the boss of me
We walk until we hit the shore
Then we walk more, he walks more than me
He is the boss of me
My left foot walks to the rhythm of his
We march like we are children in an army club
He is the boss of me
He gives me a sensual touch and marks a trail of human blood he calls angel dust
The pearl in his hand is the jewel that will make me a man
Cause he is my walrus and I am his blubber, his lover
The pearl in his hand is the jewel that will make me a man
Cause he is my walrus and I am his blubber, his lover

Heaven turns to

 

Heaven turns to
heaven, turns to
heaven, turns to
Heaven
It turns to leaves
It turns to trees
I’m in heaven
Lonely heaven
When I turn to these
I turn to thee

Severence is the answer
Tell them you love the breeze
Tell them you’re off to heaven
Tell them you’ve been remedied

Heaven turns toHeaven,
It turns the seasIt buckles my knees
I’m in heaven
Lonely heaven
When I think of thee
I’ll think I’ll be

Heaven is the answer
Tell them you’ve heard the news
Shout it, as if you’ve been surrounded
But really you are set free

Heaven turns toHeaven
I’ve seen him breathe
His closely held knees
I’m in heaven
Lonely heavenWhen I think of theeI think I’ll be

Tell them it’s to be commended
Surrender to the sweep
Lend him a lonely feather
To help him write his final speech
Heaven
Heaven
Heaven
Heaven

Heavy Flow Of Evil

 

Heavy flow of evil
I may be thin I may be old but I don’t know
If I can recognize I’m all holes, the holy holes of evil

Take on hate with talk and song and flames
Feed into their mouths a cake we baked with help

Heavy flow of evil
It’s in the air it’s in the bones but I don’t know
Recognize the deep low, the last low
The lonely low the lowly low of evil

Set off trailing but to occupy the way
Colours from your mouth a black rainbow that melts

Heavy flow of evil
I may be Jim I may be Joe but I don’t know
Recognize the last whore, the boney ghost of a whore that is evil

Heji

 

High Upon The Church Grounds

 

I get high on the church grounds
The wind in my hair the sun over head
On a bench or behind the stairs

We get high on the church grounds
The men of cloth stay in their candle-lit box
As we unleash hell

I love the sunny days and our mortal decay
As we watch the church crumble away
I have one hand on my heart
And one hand in the dark
As I search the room throbbing for you

The drugs get dealt and the cocks get felt
on the church grounds
The saints over my head defend the innocent
and the weak of heart

I get high when I hear the church bells
The ringing leads me to repeat its meaning
and then to song

The song I want is long
And it moves around and about
It has a voice singing and a guitar ringing
A fabled song

We stand high on the church grounds
Holding instruments we call infinite
Play the strangest song

The strange song has drums
And bombs blowing up and about
The saints over my head
Bring a song to an end as they sing along

Hump from bending

 

I’ve had it with the present laws of this awful state
The bleeding heart suffers eternally
And in the prudishness of my fumbling
Feel the impending hump from bending

Hump from bending, like a child born in spring

I’ll feel it in the sweaty claws grappling with fate
Doddering, the aching wait
I feel it in the vertebrate and there it festers great
The growing gloom that precedes the pain

Hump from bending, like a child born in spring

I could take it to the government with a doleful face
I’ll saunter in with a slothful grace
And maybe with my indolence and your suffering
We’ll grow a meaty hump to support the kids

Hump from bending, like a child born in spring

I woke up from this reverie of standing tall and great
I was fastened to the stretching plate
And in a helpless glance, well, I had to say
That’s what keeps me on the bend to break

Hump from bending, like a child born in spring
Growing a hump from bending like child born in spring


I Believe In The Good Of Life

 

I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good
I believe in the good
I believe in the good of life

I believe in the good of life as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I believe in the good of life as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I’ll testify on the world of radio that I dream of the fate of democracy, as I flee on my bike from the crimes we made, and that I did not do those drugs or steal those army pants.

I believe in the good of life as I plead for a taste of man
I’m thirsty for a taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I’ll testify on the world of radio that I dream of the fate of democracy, as I flee on my bike from the crimes we made, and that I did not do those drugs or steal those army pants.

I believe in the good of life as I kneel for a taste of man
I believe in the taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I’ll testify on the world of radio that I dream of the fate of democracy,

as I flee on my bike from the crimes we made,
and that I did not do those drugs or steal those army pants

I believe in the good of life as I plead for a taste of man
I’m thirsty for a taste of wine as I do not step on a land mine

I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good of life
I believe in the good
I believe in the good
I believe in the good of life


I Want Another Enema

 

I want another enema, nema, nema
Good waste is an oxymoron, moron, moron
My body is an exit wound, oh my wounds, oh my wounds
I want another enema, nema, nema

Hunting hair to find emotional grace

I am scared you’ll see my body and know
That removing hair has taken over my life
And I don’t know how to stop

I want another enema, nema, nema
Good waste is an oxymoron, moron, moron
My body is an exit wound, oh my wounds, oh my wounds
I want another enema, nema, nema

On the rim of an emotional place
I fear you’ll see my body and know
That removing hair has taken over my life
And I don’t know how to stop

I want another enema, nema, nema

I want another enema, nema, nema
Good waste is an oxymoron, moron, moron
My body is an exit wound, oh my wounds, oh my wounds
I want another enema, nema, nema

On the brink of an impossible feat
I get scared you’ll see my body
And know that hunting hair has taken over my life
And I don’t know how to stop

On the brink of an impossible feat
I get scared you’ll see my body
And know that hunting hair has taken over my life
And I don’t know how to stop

I want another enema, nema, nema

In The NA

 

Loose my step
Wash my back
Hypnotized
Hold me close
Incomplete
Could I be less?
Hold my hand
Watch my back

Then I wouldn’t need a single NA, to take each NA as my own. No I wouldn’t need a single thing, higher then anyone, I’d be staring at the ground with my head in the clouds

Animal
Holy Ghost
I take control
Don’t hold me back
Chemical
Won’t be late
In the NA will be my fate

Then I wouldn’t feel the need to NA, if I was tired and used to all, no I wouldn’t have a single thought, free from any MA or BA, staring at the ground with my head in the clouds

State my name
Will not complain
In the name
Hold me close
Want my day
Take all the blame
We’ll marry one day
And close the gate

Then I wouldn’t be the only one, to delve into the sea of NA, no I wouldn’t have a single thought, free from any MA or BA, I’d be staring at the ground with my head in the clouds


In The Union Of Wine

 

With fangs and red eyes I boast my hairy shrine
The sky stained poo drab as the dad drives
Through the blunder and the cold, the cassette survives
Brittle plastic, the tongue tied and my week’s favorite find

In the union of wine to be seen is to be blind
The cassette is a lie, then to pause and to rewind

I tripped through his front door
Entangled clothes? and bones as we lay warm
He slaps my belly to a beat with a meaty groan
We then finish with a feast, fellowship of beef

In the union of wine, I may be lost but he is mine
To be on top from behind and the odor of the refined

I wore out his radio
It’s like drinking in the cold with our cheapest find
And the truth that may be told as we piss in rows
That boy is entered on his side as he wonders why that?

In the union of wine, in my walkman I am blind
‘Cause the cassette is a lie, to be born is to be blind
In the union of wine he’s neither bold nor even bright
In the union of wine he’s neither bold nor even bright

Kingdom come

 

Does he come today or do I wait and wait for him to come?
I might be lost but he is on the way.
Am I a slave to desire being caged by his arms and his own reflection?
It might just be my only hope this spring.

(Realize that I’m young and I’m hoping for additional luck and there’s nothing that I would rather want to be than hopeless.)

May I be caned if I’m not able to abstain from the evil of Kingdome Come, the mark it leaves will be the noblest thing.
Will I be lewd to the dude and crude to his prude and to his profession?
It might just be my only time to scream and to

(Realize that I’m caught in a motion of habitual want
Then emotion occurs with all luck in a moment)

Does he come today or do I wait and wait for him to come?
I might be lost but he is on the way.
And when he comes, if he comes, will he have the key to the lock of Kingdom Come? I’ve likely always been lost at sea.


Learning the lie

 

Stuck on my noose
I thought
What can I do?
Stolen by you I am so
easily led
I thought,
Learning the lie
Is like living the life

Struck by the highbeams
Our thoughts rapidly fled
A run with your pants down
With blood in the eye
I thought,
Learning the lie
Is like living the life

Sucked in by the news
of the legally dead
Torn at the hamstring
attempting to walk
I thought
Learning the lie
Is like living the life


Lollipop

 

In the name of callous talk:
This unborn age has reached its botch
Lollipop, Lollipop

Mouth of salivatng froth, thy stomach does as stomach wants, contagious every single suck, the flavour takes it, takes its time

Lollipop, Lollipop

Can’t contain the nervousness that creeps into the loins of us. Our fate concieved of block by block and word for word we walk the talk, hapless, every single one of us, we favour this in the ways that we waver.

Lollipop, Lollipop

Hazing is punch or to be punched, we whimper what we have not fought, the body bruised, our fingers fraught, we want lollipops to be our bread and bacon, in out blood and our bones, our brothers to be naked with, terrify, although our words will be vacant, in the same of talk and this godless creation.

Lollipop, Lollipop

Turning into sand
the incredulous man
stumbles as he glances back
the harrowing way.

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

Face concealed by camera watch with sweaty paws and a stomach knotted by thoughts of lollipops, stick into a hot sticky mass in the pockets of the pants worn leaving the shop, with a skip and a hop, what a bim what a bop, what a bim what a bop what a bim, what a bop, bop pop.

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

He’s taken in hand
Led by his favourite band
Mumbles as he dances
In a crumbling gang

Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop

Thunder shakes our nerves to pulp, we gather in a parking lot, our loot spread out, an even glop, our eyes welled up with tears of want, in tandem every single one of us, in our hapless condition that we made ourselves, in a sugar-rush, our bodies drop, oh our bodies drop, when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops, oh when the rhythm stops, when the rhythm stops STOP!

Mississauga Goddam

 

Mississauga goddam
Bears the treachery of my own man
l’ll be wearing my disguise
until I rid my life of
Mississauga goddam

Mississauga people
carry the weight of common evil
and go about their lives with a whisper and a whine about
Mississauga goddam

Mississauga skyline
Filled with the shadows of the power lines
With the garbage and refuse
we’ll build a mountain to the moon on top of
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
A territory in the sky will brighten up my life from
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam

Mississauga steeples
chopped by supermarket heathen
soot soon to paint the sky
the territory leads my mind from
Mississauga goddam

Mississauga goddam
bears the drudgery of my old man
I’ll be wearing my disguise until I rid my life of
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Mississauga goddam
Goddam
Goddam
Goddam


Music Is My Boyfriend

 

I found music
and he found me
I gave him some tambourine
he game me a scream
I washed his dirty underwear
he made me toast
Music filled my mug with Vaseline
I gave him a choke

We could be happy
we could be free
If we don’t make-out
or fall in love

I found music
and he found me
bleeding from my fingers and knees
plugged into a drum machine
nailed to my head: a tambourine
and a guitar laced to my waist
Stone cold fever:
an internal melody

Guitars make me happy
drum beats make us all free
solid as a rock lover
is the music in me

I found music and he found me:
a balding head-banging pre-teen
so he seduced me in a dream:
I kissed his ugly gangly greens
he swallowed my pee

We lived to be happy
and prayed to be free
but it was soon found out
that my body is brief

I found music
and he found me
he kept me singing
to my dying day

Sing to be happy
hum to be free
the eternal harmony
music and me

Ordinary Over You

 

Take thine arms,
They be ordinary around you
Feign desire,
It be ordinary over you
Respect to the man I find
He be ordinary over you
If I cannot find
I’ll be ordinary over you

Spade and find
He be ordinary overused
If I cannot find
I’ll be ordinary over you
Lay with man and find
He be ordinary over you
Tame the man, in spite
He be ordinary over you

Origin:Orphan

 

Who in the world put me here to be all on my own?
Who in the world would be here if he wasn’t a whore?
A whore when he sleeps
A whore when he dreams

Who would I be in the world if I wasn’t born
A whore when he weeps
A whore when he thinks

Who in the world will I blame for my tired woe

As the sun secedes

A day less to be

Who put the will and the fright in my bones to go on?

The goal is achieved

My role convenes

Eat and I eat and I eat and I eat to go on

A whore when he feeds
A whore when he thinks

Who in the world put me here to be all on my own?
A whore when he speaks
A whore when he thinks

Who in the world would I be if I wasn’t born?

Ratify the New

 

Cease the design
Halt the line
Burn all the news
Break the ice
Like the death of his muse
Ratify the new

Lead me to light
Calm my fright
Forget what you know
Leave your old

Say in your own words
What you’ve heard
And what you’ve seen with your own eyes
Canonize the truth
Like the death of he who knows
Ratify the new
Ratify the new
Ratify the new

Look into my eyes
Harmonize
Paths you will go
Let no one know
Like the death of he who’s born
Ratify the new
Ratify the new
Ratify the new

Shame

 

Shame, shame, shame, shame
Lift my legs, lift my legs,
Lift my legs, lift my legs, lift my legs and drop the complaints
Of your life, of your wife, of your life of your wife of your life just drop the wife

And pick up men, pick up men
Pick up men, pick up men,
pick up men and invite them into your car or into a bar,
in a car, in a bar, in a car, it’s all about the bars

And you give me a new name, it’s all about the name
like Roger or Lincoln or Teddy, how ’bout Elaine?
I’ve got a woman’s thighs and a woman’s mind
woman’s thighs, woman’s mind, woman’s thighs, neither are nice

‘Cause you like me to tie you to ice
Woman’s mind?

Shame, shame, shame, shame

Move your lips, move your hips
Move your hips, move your lips, move your hips, it’s the loneliness
that’s camera shy, and tries to hide
crooked teeth, crooked feet, crooked teeth how ’bout the cock?
Move aside bras and tights
put on lice, put on lice, put on lice, scurvy and lice
and polio, polio
polio, polio, polio, how ’bout AIDS?
I cover your eyes, you fantasize
I’m your wife, I’m your life, I’m your wife, how ’bout a fight?

‘Cause you like me to tie you to ice, the man’s right
Shame, shame, shame, shame

‘Cause you like me to tie you to ice, you to ice
‘Cause you like me to tie you to ice, you to ice
‘Cause you like me to tie you to ice, you to ice
Shame, shame, shame, shame

She’s Gone

 

Sitting alone, I feel dread
But I feel the life-blood in my head
Looking down at myself from above
I can see that my shadow is stalking

She’s gone again

In the grass, I feel warm
Laying low with my head up
Eyes open wide, eyes to the moon
She’s ready to be with you

She’s gone again

Get to my feet and hit the road
I feel better when I’m moving on
Escape the grimace of my shadow
I will be gone before even it knows that

She’s gone and I’m never gonna see her face again
She’s gone again

Life imitates the forms we make
And so we fall into the vein
Eyes fold to the moon above
I see a face I hear a song

She’s gone and I’m never going to see her face again
She’s gone away

In the future we will overcome
The fear of anchoring into love
Could be the first time, it could be anywhere
I should be able if my will is there

She’s gone and I’ll never see her back around here again
She’s gone again

Rub my eyes for a second glance
As I move on I feel it enhance
I take the place of my shadow
Moving about without letting anyone know

She’s gone and I’ll never see her back around here again
She’s gone again

Silence can be a Headline

 

The world, full of chatter
Turns against its will
As dusk turns into twilight
Its wish begins to wax
The axis slowly screeches
And halts, as the great whine
Fades into a whisper and
Wipes the smirk off his face

Silence and the moonlight
Will idle here forever
Silence

He winced, what was to follow
Was in his own lament
He gave next to nothing
Got little in return

Silence can be forgiven
My eyelids can close forever
Silence, all is forgiven

Then a peep turned into moaning
And grew still into rave
And roving we came to nothing
But found a word to please

Silence in all countries, we’ll idle all together
Silence can be a headline for you and me
Silence all is forgiven
We’ll idle here forever

For you and me
For you and me
For you and me
For you and me

Skin & Leather

 

Men: tous les même
Men: tous les même
You pick me up and carry me home
I’m pushed to the floor and I regain your trust
Lay on your wall I bleed on your rug
The word is “skin” and “bone,” they are the same
My wish to break the hold of the leather flood disappears as I moan:
“you are the same
you are the same
you are the same
you are the same”

You tighten up your hold to the beat of a drum
Drum made from skin and bone played with a tickle of feather
The word is “skin” and “bone” and I regain your trust
Repeat words “skin” and “bone” they are the same
I’ll be your skin and bone and your leather clone
Pain disappears as I moan for your skin and leather
Skin and leather
You’re my warmth and pleasure
I’ll be your skin and leather

A lick of the floor is the end of it all
I dampen my robe as you darken the door
A clap of the bone is a plea for more
Condition a must, the word is ‘nough
I’m going to rub the rope when the rug is washed
And lay on your wall, with a hint of tether
I’ll be your skin and leather,
Skin and leather
I’ll be your skin and leather
I’ll be your skin and bone on the telephone
Pain disappears as I moan
“you are the same”

Smells Like Happiness

 

Happy, we are when we choose to wear the blindfold
And mark our own day with a parade and a song

In our minds, our fathers have died and we realize
That cities have clubs and we like to get drunk
And high from the smells we inhale from dirty wells
And the mouth of a boy who smokes cigarettes

Happiness has a smell I inhale
Like a drug done in a darkened hall
Or a bathroom stall with a friend or a man with a hard on
I feed my own face when I soon crave a taste
Of the neck of a boy who wears eau de toilette
And shaves every day and behaves well in department stores

As well it is the smell of the cum on the rug
Men walk their dirty feet on
And the sweat from the chest of a man in a leather uniform
Happy are we when we choose to wear the blindfold
And mark our own place with the smell of our own


Steal all you can motherfucker

 

And me myself thought never it’th
Beneath my head
To follow my hands and favour
Mine over theirs

Steal all you can motherfucker
Steal all you can
No day like this big brother
Steal all you can

Thine love was fields of poppies
Blessed are the dead
Stealing kisses became the objective
Love became theft

Steal all you can motherfucker
Steal all you can
No love like this big brother
No love like theft

Paid for by education
Idle minds attentive to the lessons
We don’t need facts we wish to
kill big business dead

Steal all you can motherfucker
Steal all you can
No faith like this big brother
Big sister’s dead

The waste of education
pollutes my head
There’s gonna be a world war
Bread stealers win

So steal all you can motherfuck
Steal all you can
No virtue as this motherfucker
The bread eater will

That’s When The Ceremony Starts

 

The spark in his eye was sign he was alive

I cleaned his feet to be complete

I drank from the wine that came from inside
The heart of his meat and the splurge of his sweet

That’s when the ceremony starts

I hold the cup to my breast as he wets my neck

There’s a book and a blade then to alternate

Think of the wind in his eyes and of suicide
With poppers blind, it’s wedged inside

I beg and plead to be underneath
The man with bread who wakens me
He curls his breath and turns the dead
It winds inside to fertilize

That’s when the ceremony starts

With a wreath and a sigh and a veil and a thigh

The comfort brief, impure, and sweet

To burn incense and break the bread
With honey spread, his warmth, his chest

He blushes and bleeds, he breathes then feeds
It was the spark in his eye that was sign he’d survived

That’s when the ceremony starts

It was the spark in his eye that was sign he’d survived

The Little Bit

 

I used to make through with the image of you
A little bit of heaven and a little bit of hell
We could start a family, being what we used to be
A little bit of tenderness a little bit of tough

Am I to blame for the advent of pain, dear?
A little bit of amity a little bit of lust
I’ll suck the venom from your skin but you won’t let me in
A little bit of spittle and a little bit of blood

The little bit from each we mix it may be taking on
But the little bit that doesn’t is the bit I need the most

Why am I the only one to do anything about it?
A little bit of tumbling a little bit of a thud
I’m feeling for a pulse, but the skin has gone all cold
A little bit of tragedy a little bit of trumpet

I ain’t a doctor or a medic but I’ll make an operatic of it
A little bit of trebling a little bit of trill
You’re getting older and I’m getting older yet
Use me, pull me anywhere you please

It’s the flicker of a grin that brings me back to you again
A little bit of levity a little bit of trouble
If I look away will it slowly slip into nothing
A little bit of air a little bit of mud

The little bit, you giving it, it may not be enough but
The little bit you holding it, it keeps me hanging on

I fill my belly everyday just to keep my beat going
A little bit of “in” and a little bit of “out”
If I ain’t the enemy then who am I anyway
A little bit of heaven and a little bit of hell

The little bit I have to give, I give it all up
The little bit you keeping, that’s what I’ve been thinking of

The Man That I Am With My Man

 

The man that I am with my man
his warm coals heat toes
A shower cleans the surface and holes
Water, soap and hands
I sit while he standsover me
I can hardly seethat he is peeing on my shoulders and knees
A warm, wet, yellow breeze
He towels my head until dry
And leads me to his bed opened wide
For my penis, nose, fingers and feet
Body worn and set for sleep
Taking out my handhe lifts me up and we both stand
We could be in the army or the klan’cause when we’re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band

Solid is the rock of my man
Solid is the rock of my man
Solid is the rock of my man

The man that i am with my man
Tamed but feeling no blame
Taking my red wishes in hand
Until my eyes have closed
The man that i am with my man
Pulled, poked and probed
His tongue licks my armpits and chest
Warm, red, salt and wet
Making a cut with a knife on my hand
Then he uses his tongue, licks, swallows and grins
On my knees I do the same to my man
Blood juices loosen me up, in me I feel man in man
Taking out his handhe lifts me up and pets my head
We could be in the army or the klan’cause when we’re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band

Solid is the rock of my man
Solid is the rock of my man
Solid is the rock of my man

The men, they are men with their men
Raised in an army camp
They spit on my tarnished handsand pull at my underpants
I’ll be the man who I am with my man
Dressed in borrowed clothes
He softens my deep blues with his thighs
The fear of ocean underside
Taking out their handsthey lift me up and we all stand
We may be in the army or the klan’cause when we’re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band
Taking out his handhe lifts me up and we both stand
We could be in the army or the klan’cause when we’re brothers in blood then we are brothers in band

The International M.M.A. – The Mild Mannered Army

 

The Mild Mannered Army combats the bitterness inside of me
Melting my gun, two become one
The orders from the officers benefit all of the soldiers
We train and we sweat and soon become vets

Hated and wasted but why?
No good reason to save them cause they can save us all
They’ve taken all these measures to sever their cause
But they don’t need a cure they need a war

The Mild Mannered Army incites a regular group orgy
Gun against gun, flesh within bum
Designed and taught to draw blood but the sword is also phallic
There are choices to kill and choices to fill

Commit an act of murder to further the war
They stand a chance to fight the enemy boys with love
Hated and wasted but why?
No good reason to fear them just cheer them on

I’d risk my life for the army
A P.O.W. for eternity
Prison is fun when my army has won

We’ve taken all these measures to sever their cause
They don’t need a cure they need a war

Meeting in the sauna we rub down each other
Peace can beget from buggery I bet

The Waning Moon

 

The morning dew wets the parched lawn
It’s been a year without a single drop
And though we wait, we will always wail
Forever now, we will always move
Mother due for the upteenth time
She holds it in with a torrid grin
The baby kicks folds his arms too quick
He never knew it was the folly that

Awaits
When the moon wanes
Awaits
When the moon wanes

I never thought that we would end this way
All of the stars lost in the evening haze
And when I freeze, I know they’re watching me
Forever now, we will always move
Another scream for the love in bloom
And when I thaw you’ll hear me howl to the moon
You’ll circle me and I’ll circle you
Bursting in and then the folly that

Love wanes
Away
Lest you wait,
Await

Our love is deep when the ice has gone
Up to our waists wet from the thaw
Will make a man out of the lonely boy
I’ll never see, it will be obvious
And when we know we will overflow
We never knew we’d walk right off the plank,
Hold onto me as we fall away
Plunge into the blue and have a crutch or two

or two
The moon wanes
Away


Underage

 

Lets do it like we’re underage, that’s the way to be
Prey on the illusion that will be the death of me
The day I saw people that’s when I have seen that
you grew out of everything that you could ever be

So let’s like we’re underage, maybe I will play
Take me to the place where there ain’t a lot to say
You’ll pretend I’m seven I’ll pretend you’re eight
We’ll never take the time to stop and contemplate

Do it like we’re underage, that’s when I’ll be saved
We’ll be the only ones to make this glorious mistake
And when we’re dead and cart away that’s when I will say that
you have the most beautiful young thing I’ve ever seen

Do it like the underage
Do it like the underage


Walk On

 

Hey there baby don’t you know
That if you cry, cry, cry, well it won’t do much
Who’s been there right from the start?
Who’s going to love you when you are old?

Defeated in the night, walk on, walk on
I can see you in the night, walk on, walk on

Don’t you think that you ain’t been warned
You’ll have to find your way home all alone
Walk the streets where you’re not known
Crawl, crawl, crawl out of your hole

Conceived in the night, walk on, walk on
I can see you in the night, walk on, walk on

Hey there baby, don’t you cry
If I “ra, ra, ra” Am I the rabid one?
Don’t you say you ain’t been warned
You’ll have to make the best of every mess in your life

I see you in the night, walk on, walk on
Conceived in the night, walk on, walk on
Defeated in the night, walk on walk on
I can see you in the night, walk on, walk on
I can see you in the night, walk on, walk on


Wandering

 

I had this feeling of life
Wandering
Through the field of an island
I’ll be wondering
If it’s a dream I’ll be wise to
keep slumbering
Oh to be filled up with life
And be wandering
Through the streets I will find
I’ll be wondering
If it’s a joke I will laugh
Or just break down?

I couldn’t be the one to follow
I couldn’t if I tried
Following the aimless calling
Miracle conspires
To chase, in waster, an answer, folly!
Answer me reply!
I’ve already decided that

This feeling is mine
I’ll be wandering
Through the streets I will find
It’s best to be wandering
Even if I can’t find
What I think is the light
I have this weakness to find
Or at least wander

I wouldn’t have the need to follow
Anyone’s advice
Navigating, edges fraying
Take me in the light
I wouldn’t be denied because

In a dream I will find you
It’s a wonder
I’ll feel the need to confide
With only my eyes
Oh to be filled up with life
And be wandering

We Oh We

 

All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesteryear
All I want is to be under his covers and not simply be a time from yesterday
All I want is to be in his movie and not just be old worms of yesteryear
All I want is to be under his covers and not simply be a time from yesterday

We oh we
We oh we
We oh we

All I want is warmth from his smother and not just be frozen for an age
Oh my longing to be bare on your knee and that not just be home from yesterday
All I want is warmth from his smother and not just be frozen for an age
Oh my longing to be bare on your knee and that not just be home from yesterday

We oh we
We oh we
We oh we

Worms Cannot Swim Nor Can They Walk

 

Dancing on shallow water
We hold our breath
Sunday is the day that it comes
We will have bread we will have bread

Standing still on shallow water
Hope against hope
Trading life for heaps of fun
You hold my breath I hold you breast

Carrying the weight of the world
We will have fun we will have fun

I can’t afford to walk deep waters still
Fish nibble toes and I swim like a worm in clothes
When I was 21 I was an open receiver
Later I’m just dead but I walk like a true believer

Kissing an old skull in summer
Gives my life a home
The closer I can get to my home
I will be dead I will be dead

Kissing you when I have the great hunger
Sends my home to hell

Sunday is the day that I come
I will make bread I will bake you bread
Sunday is the day that I come
I will make bread I will bake you bread

I can’t afford to walk the deep waters still
My flight as flown o’er waters black and cold
My dance is a full redeemer
Until my worm has walked it will be a full redeemer

I can’t afford to walk deep waters still
My flight as flown o’er waters black and cold
I sweat a storm
My dance is a full redeemer
Until my worm has walked it will be a full redeemer

Year of the Spawn

 

Thrown down year of the spawn
As two colors form another of lower hue
Thrown down and so I was born

Flown down before I could run
As all the lovers they all were bludgeoned by the brutes
Thrown down then I was stoned

Running down the road, reeling down the road
Reeling down the road, running down the road

Thrown down year war was won
And the mothers had all been plundered by the youths
Thrown down and so I was born

Running down the road, reeling down the road
Reeling down the road, running down the road

Thrown down 2001
As the colonist spits and mutters like a fool
Thrown down and then I was born

Running down the road, reeling down the road
Reeling down the road, running down the road